"Oh, it isn't necessary; truly it isn't. I am not unhappy. I am just--

"

"You are startled; and you must have a good night's sleep. Is the

bromide in David's room? I'll get it."

When he came back with the medicine, she took it hurriedly--anything

to get rid of him! "Is there anything I can do?" he said. "Do you want

to send any reply? I can take it down to-night and send it the first

thing in the morning."

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "what am I thinking of! Of course, a message--I

must send a message! Will you take it? Oh, I am afraid I trouble you

very much, but you are so kind. I'll go and write it."

She tried to rise, but she was still so shaken that involuntarily he

put out his hand to help her. At the old mahogany desk between the

windows she hunted about for paper and pencil, and when she found

them, wrote for a moment, rapidly; then paused, and tore the paper up.

William glanced at her side-wise; she was pressing the pencil against

her lips, her left hand opening and closing with agitation. The doctor

shook his head. "That won't do," he said to himself. Again she wrote;

again hesitated; again tore the sheet of paper across. It seemed to

him that he waited a long time. But when she brought him the message,

it was very short; only: "F. is dead," and her initials. It was

addressed to Mr. Lloyd Pryor.

"I am very much obliged to you," she said; her color was coming back,

and she had evidently got control of herself. But she hardly noticed

William's farewell, and he had not reached the front door before she

began to pace up and down the parlor.

"Well!" said Martha, "was it a brother, or sister? How did she take

it? I suppose you think she found it easier because you broke it to

her. I must say, William, flatly and frankly, that I think a nice

woman would rather have a woman near her when she is in trouble, than

a man. I was very tired, but I was perfectly willing to remain. Well!

what relation was this F.? A cousin?"

"Why, I don't know," the doctor confessed blankly; "she didn't say,

and it never occurred to me to ask; and--"

"Well, upon my word!" said Martha King.




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